When Young Boys Grow Up Poem by Bill Steward

I hear your prayers
I can hear you cry
You plead forgivness
You dont want to die
You pull your hair
Wondering why
You didnt care
When you took the life
Of a loving wife
She loved you
But you didnt care
Now your old
Your time is near
You pray
You cry
I can feel your fear
You tried to save your soul
But its forever stained
YOur damned to hell
Eternity youll suffler
In gods eye
Im a monster to
A son who killed his father
In hell you await me
But you fail to see
The young boy who killed you
Isnt me
Im not your son anymore
Yet still you wait.